February has arrived, as it always would, and what a relief. A short month, almost an afterthought, one to fill in a gap between January and March. Things have not progressed much since last week, but there have been glimmers of hope. For more Sixing pop over to His Propness and find out what has been going on in the rest of the world, most of it anyway.
Earlier this week, as I was arranged elegantly on the chaise longue watching The Housewives of Bridgend, my eye was caught by something in the garden. “An iris!” I shouted gleefully. One of the bargain basement rescues was doing its thing. I hadn’t even noticed a bud. This could be due to my lack of observation or its stealth. No matter, it is lovely and made me happier than perhaps is natural.
Not long before Christmas I planted Anemone Mistral Fucsia and Mistral Vinato together in a pot, thinking they would be good foils for each other. I have wanted to grow Italian anemones ever since I saw my friend Pat the Field holding a bunch of her wonderful cut flowers. Vinato is deepest purple with a sky blue eye and Fucsia is not a spelling mistake and fuchsia pink. They are emerging gracefully and I was interested to see that the foliage on each is quite different. We will see how efficiently they were mixed!
Finally, the primulas have started making an effort. For a long time they have had manky leaves and a distinct lack of blooms. Long may this last. Soon, hopefully, tulips will begin to poke their noses out around them, although I can’t for the life of me remember which ones.
The blue hyacinths are slowly maturing, they are partners to the rescued irises and have recovered from their shame of being overlooked by the general public quite nicely.
Another slouch has been the violas. It happens every year. They underwhelm for weeks on end and then suddenly, just when you had forgotten quite why you bothered, they do this. Beautiful backlit by the sunshine. Yes, I said sunshine. It has gone again now though.
Many years ago, when we lived in Bristol, my OH bought me several replicas of soldiers from the Terracotta Army. Unfortunately, he couldn’t quite run to originals, and possibly they are better suited to a museum rather than my garden. They were dotted around in borders and have gradually succumbed to the fight. Except this one. He is the last man standing.
That is your lot, have a great week everyone.
Aw, love your terracotta warrior! Irises are always a joy to see this early in the year and yours is a very pretty blue. As usual ‘George’ is first out of the blocks here, but I am hopeful for the rest to catch up soon. Crocuses just starting to open. I shall enjoy seeing your anemones when they flower.
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I am rather fond of him too, although the law of averages say his days are numbered. I am amazed as to how hardy this little iris is, it has been through heavy rain and strong winds and still looking top notch. His mates are yet to follow. 🙂
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I also saw my first Iris this week and I was very happy. It’s already starting to fade but the whole family will quickly replace it! Another thing, I’m still looking for my hyacinths that I had planted last autumn, of course, without putting a label… they haven’t come out of the ground yet.
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I do love the colour of your Iris.
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Thank you, on its behalf.
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Iris Clairette’, what a delight. And pansies with such cheery faces always make you smile. Your warrior looks a bit intimidating though. I wouldn ‘t like to meet him on a dark night.
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The warrior is quite friendly, except to slugs and snails, to them he is ferocious. I wish ….. 🙂
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Your photo of the violas is lovely. So many signs of spring in your garden. I really like the statue. He appears to be defying you to break his concentration.
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Thank you, it is creeping along ……. 🙂
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Okay, nice iris, primrose and pansy, . . . blah, blah blah and more blah. What about the dogs? We must remember our priorities.
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You are quite right Tony, no dogs is a major disadvantage.
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Disadvantage?! It is unthinkable!
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That Iris would make me happy.
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It made me very happy and continues to, imagine my joy when the others join in!
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I’m glad you violas ha e finally got going – and very lovely they are too. As is that Iris.
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Thank you, I wish I could remember the name of the viola, I tidied (chucked out) the label just last week. Silly gal!
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Envious of the iris, a bagful of bulbs bought two years ago have completely disappeared. Perhaps I should try them in pots. The viola is a great colour too and the hint of sun is very welcome.
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I don’t think the Iris reticulata hang about for long if they don’t have specific conditions which I think include dry summers (!), I wouldn’t quote me on that though!
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There seems to be a consensus that they are not stayers! I shall resist.
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Lovely flowers. An iris appeared in my garden today too
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Snap!
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I award you photograph of the week. Twice, in fact… the viola and primula.
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Oh, thanks, I’ll take that 😁
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The iris is lovely, as is the viola. Violas are one of my favourite plants for splashes of spring colour.
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